From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 272

**Chapter 159: Reese Knew**

Savannah

I clutched the paper bag containing the pregnancy test strips tightly against my chest, as if it were a forbidden artifact that should never see the light of day. The atmosphere outside felt denser than usual—perhaps it was merely my own anxiety manifesting, weighing me down with the gravity of what lay within that innocuous bag. The thought that something so small could potentially alter the course of my life was almost too much to bear.

The very idea that I might be pregnant was still a foreign concept to me. I couldn’t fully wrap my mind around it; it felt surreal, like a dream that teetered on the edge of reality. Maybe my period was just late due to an overwhelming wave of stress. That seemed plausible enough. After all, I had been submerged in a sea of stress lately—emotionally, mentally—perhaps this was my body’s way of signaling that it was reaching its limit, waving a white flag in surrender.

Yes, that had to be it.

Holding on to that delicate thread of hope, I opened the driver’s door, still clutching the paper bag as if it contained my last secret, a treasure hidden from prying eyes.

Lizzie was already nestled in the passenger seat, her brow furrowed as she scrolled through her phone, grumbling under her breath. The tension had been building within her since our earlier stop at her house to gather her belongings. It seemed her mother was less than thrilled at the prospect of her staying over at my place. And to discover that Aunt Carol was in town? That had been a curveball I hadn’t anticipated.

I hadn’t even known she was visiting. Most likely, she was here to see my mom—her sister. But at least Aunt Carol’s presence meant Emily had someone else to look after her while Alyssa stayed behind to care for Mom. For that small blessing, I felt a surge of gratitude.

“I don’t understand why she still treats me like I’m a child,” Lizzie grumbled, tossing her phone into her bag with a huff. “I’m an adult, Sav. A grown woman. Why does she insist on putting me on a leash?”

I offered her a faint smile, placing the paper bag beside me on the console. “She’s just being a mom. Don’t be too hard on her. I suppose that’s just part of the job description for mothers. One day, you’ll understand.”

She rolled her eyes with dramatic flair. “Oh, please. I know exactly what kind of mom I’m going to be, and it’s definitely not the controlling type. I’m twenty-two, Sav! Yet she still acts like I’m going to run off and join a biker gang if she blinks too long.”

A laugh escaped me at her exaggerated words. “Lizzie, she’s simply being a mom.”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “If I ever have kids, I’m going to let them live freely. Not cage them up like my mom does with me.”

“Mm-hmm.” I glanced over at her, my lips twitching with amusement. “Remind me of that when you have a teenager sneaking out of your window at midnight.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that broke through. “I’ll still be cooler than her.”

“Good luck with that,” I chuckled softly, turning the key in the ignition. “She’s just worried about you. Don’t stress; I’ll have a word with her. I’ll let her know I need you around for emotional support, so she’ll see that I’m keeping an eye on you.”

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